| Fan Fiction |
by ruwee
He always called her. Regardless of the time, she would always wait. Just that, before the day he’s departure should’ve took place, he didn’t receive a call from him. She was so worried, although she was trying to keep herself sane that perhaps, he was trying to surprise her or something of the sort.
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He was sitting at the very back part of the plane—the safest position. Little did he know that plane is going to have some technical difficulties. They were already in mid air, the level the clouds floated upon. The plane started swaying from left to right, because their gas just ran out. The pilots and the stewardess were fighting—a very immature way to calm the passengers.
“I was very sure that I rechecked the level gas twice,” The pilot argued.
“Then how did this happen?” The stewardess, although panicking, still continued her way to the pilot and argued.
All the passengers were complaining. All of them panicked, because the stewardess and the pilot were all being so immature acting that way in times like this. Parachutes somehow saved the day for some people who managed to still use them and dismiss the plane from mid air. If they won’t do it, they’d probably drown in the 70% water the Earth had.
A little while later, the plane finally stopped to a halt and came crashing down from the sky to the unknown ocean.
The question whether he’s saved… No one knows yet.
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Earlier the next day, December 23, 2008, a flash report showed up in the television, cutting short whatever she had to watch earlier that day. It pictured a plane crashing to the deep depths of the oceans. The reporter said that it was a flight going to Taiwan from Los Angeles, the same place he went for a business trip to.
She felt weak in the knees; she didn’t know what to do as continuous tears flowed down from her eyes. The list of the missing passengers was still yet to be announced, but she was already so devastated. It didn’t really announce what the flight number was, but she knew it had to be his plane.
“The following are still missing from the flight number 123209, Los Angeles to Taiwan:
Kevinnaire Osworth
David Yao
Chen Guo
Nigel Yurie
Gary Fraulein
Chalet Ruan
and Wu Chun…”
“Wu Chun, Wu Chun, Wu Chun…” The same name rang through her mind repeatedly like a last song syndrome. She gripped hard on the edges of the couch and tried to get a hold of herself.
“If by any chance, these people are found, please immediately report to 654-5864.” The reporter looked serious. “This ends our flash report, thank you.”